Please do be reminded that I do not own Stargate Atlantis, or anything else I write about. And his story is based around late season 2, when the Replicators are destroying Human worlds to kill the Wraith. But, more the the point, enjoy!

Chapter 1

I

"Life-signs?" Sheppard asked McKay. They were all very sleep-deprived, especially Jennifer. Who was trudging along at the back, obviously tired out of her mind, staring at the, however scorched, mud-coated ground.

"Two... wait... they just went. There's nobody left." Rodney was then reminded that there were, foundations of them at least, buildings around them. The alien city had clearly been bombarded from space.

As opposed to carefully dismantled buildings - in a scorched war-zone.

Shut up! He firmly told his sub-conscience. Sometimes you seem more arrogant than me...

A whirring scream cut him off from talking to his sub-conscience further. It didn't sound like Darts. They looked up. A ship was hovering over them. It wasn't Replicator, not Wraith, not Traveller, or anything else they knew for that matter. It looked like a slightly larger version of a Jumper with wings – without the engraved patterns and featureless cylinder shape. When weapons pulled out of a tight crater in the bottom of the ship and pointed at them, Sheppard ordered them to move out of the way. Jennifer wasn't as fast as the others and disappeared in a flash of bright light. The ship moved away in the direction of the Stargate. On pure impulse, he sprinted to the Jumper, standing in the road. He closed the rear hatch, activated the controls, and steered the Jumper to follow the ship. He opened the HUD to show a flight-plan. The ship appeared to be moving to the Stargate. He closed the HUD, then followed it. His DHD began to show symbols. He burned them into his mind, just in case, then followed the ship through the gate.

II

Jennifer woke up in a cell. It was hexagonal, with a hole leading to a corridor at the top. Her mind couldn't comprehend what was going on when people walked by at the top at an angle equivalent to the wall in the cell. She had heard about gravity being generated to create a different floor in a room separated from other rooms in various science-fiction movies watched with Rodney. But she never thought she would see one. Let alone be in one. One specially uniformed person, along with two other… people?... with weapons stood outside her cell. One bodyguard pressed a panel which she couldn't see – She fell on her chest.

The gravity's been changed.

I knew that!

The bodyguards roughly picked her up and steered her outside the cell. Through a series of winding corridors, and windows opening to a completely elongated hyperspace tunnel, she had guessed as much that her new, mysterious location was indeed a starship. But a starship belonging to who? By descriptions from Sheppard and rants from Zelenka, she knew this wasn't a Traveller ship.

"Where are we going?"

"You are not at liberty to ask such questions." bodyguard#1 said in a, however mildly, monotone voice.

"Who are you?"

"You are not at liberty to ask such questions." bodyguard#2 replied for bodyguard#1. "However, I feel the need to answer. My name is Stagar. I died four years ago and am in the body of a mark eight Jemenoid of the CT000#/2 line which has been discarded for several centuries although the Jemenoids that were produced are still in use. I can survive at temperatures going to 200 both minus and plus, can live quite comfortably deep in the boiling Hydrogen swamps of gas giants according to the size of Vulcan, can smash through solid Ammonite with my bare fists and run at a top speed of 50, 000 kilometres an hour if uninterrupted."

"That's..." Her mind couldn't comprehend the reality of all of those happening so she simply said "powerful."

"Many would say amazingly powerful. Some even too powerful."

She was pulled into a room. It had a platform in the middle and had a long chamber at one end of the room. She was put into it. The burly bodyguards walked out. The specially uniformed one – most likely the captain of the ship – pressed some controls on the raised platform. She was pressed against the wall. She looked around to find her oppressor. However, there were none. She tried to move, but she could only move her head. And that took stamina. The person on the platform began to interrogate her.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I am Dr. Jennifer Keller." she answered, hoping she would later get answers. Her name and occupation was enough, right?

"Of whom?"

"Excuse me?"

"What is your occupation?"

"A medical doctor."

"Working for who?"

"Atlantis." She reluctantly answered, so hoping they weren't Wraith worshippers. The answer, in fact, proved the opposite.

"From what we hear, you have sometimes worked with the Wraith, Dr. Keller." The captain said Wraith hatefully, offering another reason why they didn't worship the Wraith.

"To destroy other Wraith, help the galaxy and help kill the Replicators, yes."

"'Working with your enemy does not make a friend'." she replied. "Those words were spoken by the Messiah, Janus."

"The inventor?"

"You mean the Messiah."

"What did he do to become your Messiah?"

"He created an electro-magnetic bubble around our stars, protecting us. It stays, and we venture into Pegasus when we must."

"What do you want with me?"

"I have heard that most Atlantis citizens have the Ancestor's power."

"The ATA gene?"

"Whatever you call it. We need help with activating Carthago."

"Activating? Who am I, Einstein?"

"Whoever 'Einstein' is... Well, I don't know."

"Einstein was a very intelligent person who lived 2 centuries ago. He created the Theory Of Relativity. Without him, we wouldn't be like Humanity is now."

"At least I got an answer out of that."

Oops!

"What is Carthago?"

III

The Jumper's drive pods retracted at Rodney's command. He cloaked the ship immediately as soon as he appeared on the other side. The layout seemed like a starship. It was indeed a ship in hyperspace and the location of the Stargate was in a glass dome. He saw the ship settle down on a platform, it's four drive pods supporting it like a Panda with low blood sugar and a common interest of fainting. A beam of light illuminated the platform as something teleported out from the ship's underside. The ship went through a hole, which opened automatically, in the centre of the dome. He mentally ordered the Jumper to magnify it's view on the escorted figure which had been teleported out by the ship. The IFF system confirmed his earlier suspicion: Jennifer was down there.

You shouldn't have taken the Jumper. His sub-conscience started.

How else would I have gotten to the 'gate in time?

Before his sub-conscience replied, defence towers pointed on the exact location of the Jumper

Crap. He thought.

Crap, indeed. His sub-conscience said.